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My instinct has kept me hopelessly hoping.....sometimes i feel embarassed by my own foolishness.
The Instinct of Hope
Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E'en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower
To die unworthy of a second spring?
by
John Clare
The Instinct of Hope
Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E'en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower
To die unworthy of a second spring?
by
John Clare
5 comments:
Hope is what keeps us afloat ... especially during trying times ;-)
being foolish is part of the process :)
lx - couldnt agree more, but it feels worse when hope is fading.
nekbat - i guess so....:-)
that's me up there. was thinking of something else while typing. thank god for delete function.
i'll say may be you should broaden the horizon a bit. do not discount what's in front of you :)
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